2011년 11월 6일 일요일

Three Words

The pieces of me drifts like a feather in a stormy night. A clown, crying under a smiling mask.  It drives me to craziness as they clash, and to euphoria as it fits in perfectly.  That mask and that crying clown, both me and inseparable.

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  1. 익명2011년 11월 10일 오후 5:43

    You mean, pieces of you drifting like a feathery carpet in a stormy night? Hmm...I can picture that! Loved the 'clash'! ^^

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